Guo Dong outside just stuffed a big bite of lamb into her mouth, completely shocked: "There's fried rice too?!"
She was already stuffed to the max!
Zhang Yanping sighed: "Look at you, I told you to come and eat earlier, and you were too shy. Now you ended up eating less, haven't practiced enough, have you? All of us can eat three bowls each."
"I'm stuffed too!" said Mr. Yang: "But how delicious is that lamb oil fried rice? I've only eaten it this way at a barbecue stall next door in Huacheng before!"
Even the usually silent driver remarked: "Tasty, the lamb oil fried rice is especially fragrant."
The two of them squatted in the same row, Mr. Yang's rice bowl was already empty, originally holding an empty bowl and hesitating whether to get another one. Upon hearing the driver say this, he decisively put the bowl on the rack next to him and loosened his belt.
"How about we take a walk?"
